Post by Seth Khoeun on Oct 20, 2012 21:33:00 GMT -5
~Only Echoes Answer Me~
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Well, it seemed the only thing to be done right now was to try and find a safe place for the night. It was rather tough being alone at times like these, but it was even scarcer to find someone that you could actually trust. People went insane, they became frantic, and they would do the most unthinkable things if you weren’t on their good side. It was quite a frightening thought, but he managed to get away from the last group that was like that. It was quite terrifying the things that he had ended up witnessing. He wanted to cry by what they did to someone in the group.
Someone in the group had gotten an extra ration of food for their child who was sick. A lot of people in the group had begun to fear that the kid had gotten infected. There was a tension and a split, and the last straw was when the mother had given some of her own rations of food to the child. The leader of the group was rather cruel about it and had made it an example of what happened to people who tried to support the weak and sickly in the group. The dark memories flashed through his mind. It was something he could never get out his brain.
The leader had taken the child away from its mother. He had beaten the woman and had her held back as he dragged the sickly child away. What he had witnessed after that had scarred him even more. It was clear that the kid wasn’t a monster or a zombie, yet the leader had cold heartedly slit the child’s throat. The scent of blood that followed still seemed to fill his nostrils. He could never forget that or the screams as they had left the mother behind. They had no choice to leave and move on because of the noise more zombies had entered the area and had ended up swarming after the mother who was crying of her deceased child’s body. It was after that event that he had snuck out from the group. He didn’t want to live like that anymore and to live in a constant fear. He had to make his own life now.
His dark eyes scanned around him carefully. He had to make sure he wasn’t being followed. If he had ran into that group again it would probably be a sure end for him. They didn’t take lightly to runaways and traitors from the group and had done terrible things. He didn’t want anything to do with them anymore, so he had decided to find his own place of rest and live on his own. Life was much harder than it used to be. People weren’t the same. In fact, many people had changed completely around him. It happened that some people even developed a sort of God complex and started up their own factions.
When things seemed to be clear enough, he made a bolt for the next place he was headed to. It was an abandoned café that he had enjoyed going to in the past. It was boarded up now and closed off. It didn’t look like anyone had been in it for a while. He figured that he could always escape out the back if zombies did come in a swarm, but he had gotten past the big heard and had moved back to where there weren’t as many. It was quieter here because it seemed that this was around where everything had started. No one had dared to come back to this location for the most part, so it was perfect.
He had made the dash and found himself immediately putting his ear to the door in case something was to be boarded up on the inside. When he figured it was safe, he pulled at the boards and tried to rip them down as noiselessly as he possibly could. At any sound he made he found himself wincing. It had been a habit he developed from the constant fear of making too much noise. Too much noise made you a huge target. He ran his fingers through his orange colored hair as he worked even quicker as he glanced around from time to time.
When he had finally gotten into the building he took a seat at one of the booths and let out a soft sigh as he let his head rest down on the table. Things had changed so much over time that he barely even seemed to recognize or remember the place that he had once loved so dearly. He let his hands curl up into fists as he felt like punching something. Immediately he had found himself resisting the urge as he sat up, pulled his legs to his chest and pulled his black hood over his eyes. It was lonely living like this. He really had to admit that, but it was far better than living in fear of the people you were living around. That was the biggest relief he found to being on his own for now.
Someone in the group had gotten an extra ration of food for their child who was sick. A lot of people in the group had begun to fear that the kid had gotten infected. There was a tension and a split, and the last straw was when the mother had given some of her own rations of food to the child. The leader of the group was rather cruel about it and had made it an example of what happened to people who tried to support the weak and sickly in the group. The dark memories flashed through his mind. It was something he could never get out his brain.
The leader had taken the child away from its mother. He had beaten the woman and had her held back as he dragged the sickly child away. What he had witnessed after that had scarred him even more. It was clear that the kid wasn’t a monster or a zombie, yet the leader had cold heartedly slit the child’s throat. The scent of blood that followed still seemed to fill his nostrils. He could never forget that or the screams as they had left the mother behind. They had no choice to leave and move on because of the noise more zombies had entered the area and had ended up swarming after the mother who was crying of her deceased child’s body. It was after that event that he had snuck out from the group. He didn’t want to live like that anymore and to live in a constant fear. He had to make his own life now.
His dark eyes scanned around him carefully. He had to make sure he wasn’t being followed. If he had ran into that group again it would probably be a sure end for him. They didn’t take lightly to runaways and traitors from the group and had done terrible things. He didn’t want anything to do with them anymore, so he had decided to find his own place of rest and live on his own. Life was much harder than it used to be. People weren’t the same. In fact, many people had changed completely around him. It happened that some people even developed a sort of God complex and started up their own factions.
When things seemed to be clear enough, he made a bolt for the next place he was headed to. It was an abandoned café that he had enjoyed going to in the past. It was boarded up now and closed off. It didn’t look like anyone had been in it for a while. He figured that he could always escape out the back if zombies did come in a swarm, but he had gotten past the big heard and had moved back to where there weren’t as many. It was quieter here because it seemed that this was around where everything had started. No one had dared to come back to this location for the most part, so it was perfect.
He had made the dash and found himself immediately putting his ear to the door in case something was to be boarded up on the inside. When he figured it was safe, he pulled at the boards and tried to rip them down as noiselessly as he possibly could. At any sound he made he found himself wincing. It had been a habit he developed from the constant fear of making too much noise. Too much noise made you a huge target. He ran his fingers through his orange colored hair as he worked even quicker as he glanced around from time to time.
When he had finally gotten into the building he took a seat at one of the booths and let out a soft sigh as he let his head rest down on the table. Things had changed so much over time that he barely even seemed to recognize or remember the place that he had once loved so dearly. He let his hands curl up into fists as he felt like punching something. Immediately he had found himself resisting the urge as he sat up, pulled his legs to his chest and pulled his black hood over his eyes. It was lonely living like this. He really had to admit that, but it was far better than living in fear of the people you were living around. That was the biggest relief he found to being on his own for now.
